Out of the cave (after being a bookworm all morning) for Ballet X’s Spring program at the Wilma, where Christine Cox’s son Warren was working the lobby. Last spring he was dancing onstage, in vitro at 8 months, and today he was Christine’s muse for her nursery ballet ‘The Striped Hat.’

Riding home on the bike the line of trees along Pine and Lombard are starting to fill in and for one botanical fashion week, branches bloom in whites, pinks and greens. The winds have been aswirl all week, and were so strong the rustle was not to be ignored as I was listing on my bike. The glacial shelf is breaking up, the bats in Vermount are dying and the winds are stronger in Philly. But on this day, everybody was out blowing around seemingly without a care in the world.